Just to add more thoughts. I heard this song this morning on the radio as I was waking up. It had a catchy beat and the voice was sirene. As I rolled out of bed, I had to look it up and download it, along with lyrics, so I could come back to it later. The more I think about the song, the more I think it describes a world that was simple and safe. Even with revolution in the air, there were still boundaries. When the world didn't seem so big, or so small, now that we can know almost anything instantly (more then we want to know - like stolen innocence - when ignorance would be only bliss, and not foolish or criminal). I don't know what her political leanings are. To me, it doesn't matter. I am being relativistic when I say the song "means...to me". With music lyrics this is OK. With theology it is not. Regardless of what the author intended, I like it.
Watched it twice, good song, fun video. I love the line "born into a world that doesn't care", what a great description of the West. Why should we care when we've got all this stuff?
9:13 PM
I am not naive enough to think it was all roses, but there is something about a time before I was born that seems a little better then what we've got now. Just a little daydream in the middle of a blog. Enjoy.
SANDI THOM LYRICS I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker (With Flowers In My Hair)
[Chorus]
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
[Chorus]
When pop-stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
[Chorus]
When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs,
And playing games meant kick around
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
[Chorus]
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
Mowser
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Close this window Jump to comment formJust to add more thoughts. I heard this song this morning on the radio as I was waking up. It had a catchy beat and the voice was sirene. As I rolled out of bed, I had to look it up and download it, along with lyrics, so I could come back to it later. The more I think about the song, the more I think it describes a world that was simple and safe. Even with revolution in the air, there were still boundaries. When the world didn't seem so big, or so small, now that we can know almost anything instantly (more then we want to know - like stolen innocence - when ignorance would be only bliss, and not foolish or criminal). I don't know what her political leanings are. To me, it doesn't matter. I am being relativistic when I say the song "means...to me". With music lyrics this is OK. With theology it is not. Regardless of what the author intended, I like it.
8:40 PM
Watched it twice, good song, fun video. I love the line "born into a world that doesn't care", what a great description of the West. Why should we care when we've got all this stuff?
9:13 PM
SANDI THOM LYRICS
I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker (With Flowers In My Hair)
[Chorus]
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
[Chorus]
When pop-stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
[Chorus]
When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs,
And playing games meant kick around
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
[Chorus]
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
posted by John at 7:21 AM on Jan 30, 2007